white sand white whale white beard white bone (all end all end)

The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water

~

there is no
ocean of sand
remaining

time
has claimed it . . .

moved it on
like
a policeman
performing crowd control
at the site
of a calamity

an apparition –
it is the old mariner –
is perched
within a skeletal fold
of bone

the whitened remains
of what must have been
a very large whale

the skeleton
as a whole
gleams
in sunlight

its entirety
exposed
in the absence
of the sustaining element –
white sand

there is music
in the air

funereal
and high in pitch
for the wind
plays
among the bones

in a pinch
anything
will serve
as a tool

an instrument

there is
a vocal accompaniment

a rise and fall
of the song
of a white-bearded sailor
weeping

he is crying
for
so many things

his foolish past

and belated present

the loss
of his only companion
through so many
uncertain years

realization
at the end
that he was not –
had never been –
alone

not truly
alone

not while the whale
lived
even there
and then
in the terrible sand ocean
of the desert

the bones
are unmoved
and
unmoving
in the dry air
that surrounds this
monument
to unreasoning pursuit

and compulsion

but
at the touch
of the first teardrop
on the calcifying
cetaceous skull
something
is released

some shadow
of
a whale that was
shivers
the light

and swims

the old sailor
is unaware

looking too deeply
into
his own grief
but
a spirit
has been released
and
is gone

~

This is powm #249. The 3rd and (I think) final featuring the white whale.

3 thoughts on “white sand white whale white beard white bone (all end all end)

    • Thanks Robbie. The Waste Land is so very suggestve. Each line seems to want to direct its own response. I’ve enjoyed writing the white whale and am looking forward to hearing the local magpie singing in the nighttime (which I’m sure will happen), and hope that it fits in with wherever the writing is up to.

      It’s quite a mystery trip.

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  1. The loss of the companion is expressed very well almost like the grief of losing a pet; at l3ast thatwas the image l received Very moving imigary

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